this heinous pair of Pepe jeans that my then girlfriend could no longer get into because her arse had got too big. What I can't fathom out is that I am 6'2" and she was 5'4"ish. I can't even comprehend the image. Otherwise it was all converse or blundstones, band shirts and a vile green coloured deathbox hoody. Usually Levi's jeans - several pairs of twisted seam ones, because none of them ever really fitted. Oh yeah.

I miss lockable head bags (whereby enterprising bullies would have head bags and go round locking other peoples bags hoping the owner had lost their key, then offer to slash them open with a stanley knife for a small fee).

that then went into my back pocket. WHY DID I DO THIS. They was never anything attached to the end of the chain. My wallet was in another pocket for fucks sake. Every time I sat down on a school chair I'd lock myself to it.

I wasn't allowed Spliffy clothes so I had the cheap C&A version where the rude lookin' gangsta bloke held a skateboard instead of cigarette or just looked a bit surly.

Standard Deluxe
Dready
BTKA (Born to Kick Ass)
Travel Fox (The shoes they make now are wank, but they used to make an incredible
trainer with ultra fat laces that was a worthy alternative to the Puma Suedes that everyone else
was wearing at the time).